"Resting by my fire. Looking deep into its flames
My mind must have been somewhere else
Far beyond these plains
I am suddenly aware of a pair
Of eyes staring at me

I turn around and behold the most
Ugly thing I have seen

The woman standing in the glade
Like a shadow in the night
Points her wretched finger at me
With a wretched smile
And she asks me in a voice
That sounds as if it´s been so long
Since she spoke, if I seek magic
Then I should come along

I´m but a man. Mortal a man
But she leaves no footprints in the snow
Still I follow on to where she is going
For she has promised me magic if I follow on

She takes me to a part of these woods

Few have ever seen
Where the sun surely won´t reach
Still the ground ominously gleams
She says she´s seen me coming
And that she knows where I´ll go
But befor I leave, she says
There is this one thing I should know

She offers me the ability
To take a fatal wound
Every cut by sword or spear will be
Absorbed by her tree-womb
This magic will remain until it´s
Time for me to part with this mortal world
And all she´ll claim is my young heart
I´m but a man. Mortal a man
And I´ll need all the help I can get
So I give my heart to the woman of the dark

With or without it... my life is not over yet."

Wing of bat and lizzards eye
Dust of a star fallen from the sky
Tears of a virgin and the cum of a god
Thirteen drops of an infants blood
A twist of a cat´s spit and oil of the moon
Stir for a while a very soon
A salve to be applied upon the chest
Close to where the heart beats strong

"No pains will occur when her hand is pushed into my flesh
She´ll slowly draw my living heart out of my open chest
She´ll place my heart on the pit of the snake and behold the years go by
Hers to keep from the moment when the time has come for me to die."